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There are moments in every life when we feel stuck, stagnating

and longing for radical change.

But, to act upon this requires courage, because changing our lives

can be both exciting and terrifying.

Yet the alternative, staying in a space we've outgrown, can feel

like a living death -- so, sometimes, it's this mounting sense of unease,

that forces the decision.

These are themes that I try to explore in my poem, below, found in my new book, Learning to Pray

Dawning by Yahia Lababidi

There are hours when every thing creaks

when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs

and closets crack their backs, incautiously

Fed up with the polite fantasy

of having to stay in one place

and stick to their stations

Humans too, at work, or in love

know such aches and growing pains

when inner furnishings defiantly shift

As decisively, and imperceptibly, as a continent

some thing will stretch, croak or come undone

so that everything else must be reconsidered

Dawning by Yahia Lababidi

There are hours when every thing creaks

when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs

and closets crack their backs, incautiously

Fed up with the polite fantasy

of having to stay in one place

and stick to their stations

Humans too, at work, or in love

know such aches and growing pains

when inner furnishings defiantly shift

As decisively, and imperceptibly, as a continent

some thing will stretch, croak or come undone

so that everything else must be reconsidered

One restless dawn, unable to suppress the itch

of wanderlust, with a heavy door left ajar

semi-deliberately, and a new light teasing in

Dawning

*There are hours when every thing creaks

when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs

and closets crack their backs, incautiously*

*Fed up with the polite fantasy

of having to stay in one place

and stick to their stations*

*Humans too, at work, or in love

know such aches and growing pains

when inner furnishings defiantly shift*

*As decisively, and imperceptibly, as a continent

some thing will stretch, croak or come undone

so that everything else must be reconsidered*

*One restless dawn, unable to suppress the itch

of wanderlust, with a heavy door left ajar

semi-deliberately, and a new light teasing in*

*Some piece of immobility will finally quit

suddenly nimble on wooden limbs

as fast as a horse, fleeing the stable.*

*Some piece of immobility will finally quit

suddenly nimble on wooden limbs

as fast as a horse, fleeing the stable.*

© Yahia Lababidi